.. hurry... please... fuck me! Fuck me hard!" She murmured in her native Arabic. But of course Passepartout did not understand her language. He did ho...ever, grasp her meaning and quickly dropped his trousers to the floor.He made a first, fumbling, clumsy attempt, trying to kiss her, but stumbled when his feet got tangled in the trousers pooled around his ankles. He quickly abandoned the effort as she grasped his erection and gave it a hard squeeze.Moments later he was thrusting into her,. I continued to grind my body slowly, giving her that slow steady pressure on her clit while she came down from the orgasm high.She realized that I hadn't cum yet, and in that cute new girlfriend kind of way asked me, "Mmmmm that was SOOOOO good, baby, what can I do to return the favour?". Always a great thing to hear from a beautiful woman. I didn't have the courage to confess my bursting desire to cum on her sexy red painted toes. I simply told her that I wanted to carry on fucking with her. " Ok. Would fifteen dollars seem to be a price that pretty much anyone that was there -- like Ana and me -- would be willing to pay?"Sherry cut in, "You bet. A standard DVD at Costco runs about twenty bucks after taxes. A specialized one like the one you're talking about at fifteen dollars would be a walk in the park -- you're talking selling like hotcakes. Anyone that was there would spring for that much to see Bob and Natalie dance and show the world what love truly can be. While I don't know. Rachel continued to stroke my penis and rubbed my aching balls. As I thought I was about to cum, she would stop to kiss my legs and stomach. Then again, she would bring me to that edge and back off. Then she did the unthinkable, for a nubile me at least. She got atop of me and took my swollen, dripping, wanting penis into her gaping vagina reverse cowboy, balls deep and then very slightly rocked. That sensation was beyond my belief, intense. Rachel warned me to relax and enjoy the ride as.